Verse One: B-Real
  
  Let me introduce my self
  I'm the one who rules the set
  So don't you forget
  Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
  But you ain't nothin', no frontin
  I bring the level up a little louder
  In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours
  Fools on the street wanna feel the funk
  Lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want
  Ya betta, sit back and let the track flow
  Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
  Rythems upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain
  Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins
  Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks
  In tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricks
  I'm gonna hit 'em high
  He's gonna hit 'em low
  Open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow
  On, an' on till there all gone
  Fools be runnin' but they won't last long
  
  Chorus:
  
  I'm the freaka (8X)
  
  Verse Two: B-Real
  
  People always wanna get what you got, no matta what
  Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt
  In the quest for the crown
  An' the jewels, and the cheese
  Motherfucker please
  Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts
  But, I rip their sorry ass apart
  In a minute, I can take ya to the limit
  Temprature risen, nasal highzen
  
  Verse Three: Sen Dog
  
  Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows
  Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose
  The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
  Blowin' a hole in tha speaker
  You don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro
  Slangin' rythems through the ghetto
  Ya best keep ya ass in cheak
  Come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect
  An whats next, the big brown takin' ya down
  How ya feel (how ya feel punk)
  When your sorry ass can't hang with the Hill
  
  Chorus: 1/2
  
  Outro: B-Real
  
  Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide
  Nobody even knows how I kick the flow
  Slow down, cause ya commin' up too fast
  Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class
  [Fades out]